Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop came out it was a that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
the first to the last, it is in the passionate
clear shit! all my nigger my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i speak you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you know me,
my poetry is and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any minute i snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush
i these rappers so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even
you pay me enough for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's
i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm brutal
it's no rumor, i'm uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no you know
i'm rolling with a swollen ball in my bag
you need a fag to and tear a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the in a frenzy
million sold all independently,
so you mention me
make you got together your 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i out, i ain't have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory serves me
i caught her under the tree.
young hov have no pops
god, man, i had the block
ya'll hear me
you young fucks got the all wrong
this is my life, man, this no song!
you livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in that room, pullin' the cars out
and the pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself
you american pie, feeling yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm years of blessing
the essence of adolescent my body now i'm fresh in
my physical frame is celebrated i made it
one quarter through life some god-ly thing created
got rhymes 365 days plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein maintain
don't go against the simple and plain!
when i was at this i used to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green
dipped to the flashin' my quick cash
and got my first of ass smokin' blunts with hash
now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i used to run
is rich or years in the hundreds
i switched my -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
that buck that bought a bottle struck the lotto.
once i stood on the block, loose produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small to get my loot back
time is illmatic keep static like fabric
a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage!